Four Haiku

The day befalls like
A steady downpour of rain
Over whitecapped waves.

When the clouds gather
Bringing stormy weather near;
Look! The distance clears!

A pen in salute
Is more delicious than wine –
Edifying lives.

Love tenderly plays
Until the music made is
A graceful concert.

In A Glance

In other eyes we see stars
Let free to fly, reflecting
All the lovely living contained,
In the chambers of souls
Set to the motion, pulses
Of rare beautiful hearts,
Played upon the stages
Where creativity, art,
Become solid truth;
Extraordinary lives of love.

Phantom Silhouette

The ghost, yesterday,
Writes a mystery of rising,
Falling, perfectly played no retakes,
Only steamy, streaming tears
Coursing over pallid cheeks
Give lie to the hale semblance
Of consistent happiness.
Still, the simple setting has
An attraction magnetic
Because in the playing, pain
Is a specter passed by,
No damage doubly done,
Not materializing – nor destroyed
By being again; only felt,
Visionary, memory recorded,
In soft tissue, written like
A blade slicing through braided
Rope to frazzle and progress.
All harm rendered obsolete
In the forward movement,
These crystalline moments,
Of who is and what will become:
The dream opens itself to
Fulfill love’s destiny now, ever.

Autumn Becomes

As the weather cools
A feeling, vast excitement,
Like blooming in Spring;
The air fresh washed squeaky clean,
A bright season evergreen.

Gathered Pieces

Every one of the following stands as a separate unit. Some are haiku; some are free verse. I often doodle verses on Facebook that do not get here. This mix is like that and from my journal.

Each one turned around,
Walked as far as could away,
Tears haunt me today.

You left me in tears
After all these many years,
You still break my heart.

I keep planting seeds
The soil and rain must nurture
And make the fruit grow.

What you do not know
Someone else cannot always
Reveal so clearly,
You must find, learn, for yourself.

I was sure it would
Never happen, but I stand
Here and totally.

When the time is right
You find what makes the most of
Your life and living.

Hearts sketched in pen and ink,
Is this all we have become
In the fading of our days?
I think we still must possess
Desire enough to help make
The world a better place for us
And those meant to come.

As a prompt, just canoodle with your imagination, engage your creativity, and let be what comes of the snuggling.